Left over.....

Ung.....

I took a personality test the other day in Health class.... It wasn't the first test like that I have taken, because being the highly inquisitive person I am, long before the other day did I question my personality disorders.... Uh, scratch the "disorder" part. I mean my personality.

(Although I did once sit on the computer --for about three hours, I think--just looking up random mental disorders and convincing myself that I had at least eight of them... Oh come on. Don't tell me you've never done that. Seriously. It's like googling your name. Everyone has done it at some time or another. I proudly admit that I am, in the renown words of Rick James, a "super-freak.") (And, yes. I DO have that song on my ipod. I am, in fact, playing it right now.)

(That funky beat...Aaaahhwww, Nawww.... (Translation: That was my very sad attempt to phonetically write out a funkified, "Oh, no." I guess I'm just too Norwegian to do it correctly.))

Um... What was I talking about? Oh, right. So in all of the personality tests that I've ever taken, my results have always come out to favor the introverted side. Except for the one that I took in class.... That one said.... It saidd..... It said that I was an Extrovert! (gasp!!!!). So I just figure that the test was rigged or inaccurate or some wacky conspiracy theory.... You know how I love conspiracy!

So I'm basically writing to tell you how hung-over I am. What they say about being drunk on life...well it's true. What they don't mention is that you can also get seriously wasted from life, if you're not used to it.

If I said I really hate people sometimes, would you think I was a horrible person? Because quite often I find myself thinking... Hmm. People.... I HATE people. Grumblegrumble...

Yesterday I saw, spoke to, listened to, generally interacted with, lots and LOTS of people.

Now, this isn't the first time it's happened, but I always forget about the after effects and end up getting screwed anyway. Um... What I mean to say is that I go and have a really great time with a lot of people, and then... Oh wait. Uh... No. What I really mean, is that...

Okay, so say I go to a party or a dance or something. And there's a ton of social interaction. The introvert sort of diminishes for a while and the extrovert is coaxed out of it's lovely shell (What color is YOUR introvert shell, huh? Mines purple with Anarchy symbols all over it...Aaaannnd That wasn't really relevant.). Well, the next day I'm kind of stuck half in, half out of that purple Anarchy shell, and I don't really know what to do with myself.

That's where the hang-over comes in.

And I can't take any aspirin for this kind of head ache.

Am I totally off my rocker? It's possible... What I'm saying is kind of bazaar.

This time I thought I would try to ween myself off of people slowly, gradually, so that I wouldn't kill my alertness all together to begin with. But that only aggravated the into/extrovert inside, and it ended in a screaming match between the two sides (inside my head of course. Lucky me.), and now I'm exhausted, and I'm probably going to be all sassy tomorrow because I won't be up to using my filter system for all of those sassy (and sometimes borderline mean) comments, and I definitely won't be up to sparing any one's feelings, soooooo....

Look out Tokyo! Here comes Bitch-zilla, and with her is her trusty sidekick Sir Casm.

Okay, okay. Bad joke.

And now I just wish that I really was an extrovert, because any self-respecting extrovert would just shake this off like a pair of static filled underwear clinging to the inside of their pants leg.

I'm going to bed. And I'm wearing sun glasses to school tomorrow, damn whatever anyone else says.

Oh, and thanks for reading, as always.